Spring

A blade of grass quivering in the breeze,
The buds just beginning to sprout on trees,
The furry forms darting across the lawn,
The birdsong welcoming every new dawn.

There's something different that I cannot place,
A buzzing vibrancy that's full of grace;
It's in the fragrance of cherry blossoms,
A sweet elegance, simple yet awesome.

Gone are the days of endless bitter cold,
The rain, the gloom, the fireside stories told.
The hard and frozen earth has thawed and greened,
The cool stream water runs glistening clean.

For oh the winter months have come and passed,
And fair springtime has awakened at last.